A/N: JudyBear - you're an awesome Beta.
Everyone - thanks for reading and reviewing. I am so sorry for taking so long to update... Life and work has just been unbelievably crazy the last few days. Luckily it is holidays now, so that means a little more writing time.
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Chapter 10:
*There is no love like the first* - Nicholas Sparks.
Lips met in frantic passion, admittance of love echoing through both their minds.
Javert successfully pushed down the tiny voice in the back of his mind, urging him to turn and run away.
Éponine felt like heaven in his arms. How could he turn away from these feelings?
His passion for the law was different. It never made him feel this alive.
He groaned against her mouth as her hand brushed against his thigh, grazing against the proof of his desire for her.
He picked her up, half-dragging her to his desk. Her body was pressed flush against him, yet he couldn't seem to hold her close enough for satisfaction.
While his lips burned in her neck, Éponine felt as though Javert's hands were everywhere at once.
She thought that she'd be disgusted should their relationship progress in any manner. The desire coursing through her surprised her.
She couldn't get enough of him and tugged at his jacket impatiently. He helped her in getting it off his shoulders and tore at her robes, effectively ripping them off her body.
Éponine moaned at the feel of his rough hands caressing her skin.
She had never needed someone as much as she needed him now. His mouth did not leave hers and she mumbled something incoherent against his lips.
It hit him how delicately small she was. She seemed vulnerable in his arms.
She felt like heaven.
Coherent thought seemed to defy them. Javert could feel nothing other than his intense desire for Éponine. Of course, allowing the woman he had fallen in love with to sleep on the street was out of the question. The possibility of him taking her home with him drawing any attention did not occur to him for a second. Javert was still reeling from the intense gratification that ran through him, as they walked down the street a while later. His jacket was wrapped around her shoulders tightly and to his surprise, he found that the shocked stares and vindictive whispers did not matter to him at all. All he could register was the joy of the woman holding his hand.
A slightly raised voice pulled him out of his trance without mercy.
"Looks like even the inspector got himself a whore!"
The laughter followed him, mocking him with cruelty.
Éponine seemed to feel it too, as she shrank back next to him, her eyes appearing overly large in her small face.
"Eugene…"
Her voice was barely audible and after a long struggle, his urge to protect her won out over his anger toward the crowd.
"Let's just go, Éponine."
He moved forward swiftly, dragging her behind him. Éponine bit down on her lip, her cheeks flushing.
It was her fault that he seemed to have lost the respect of those on the street. Though they hated him, they had always begrudgingly respected him too.
Of course they'd change their opinions once they saw him with her!
Javert turned towards her, his eyes guarded.
"Stop thinking about it, Éponine. They have no idea what they are talking about."
She nodded glumly, struggling to keep up with him as he raced through the street angrily.
Éponine sighed.
She was in love with him, of that she was certain.
Life was not going to be any easier because of that.
"We need to strike at General Lamarque's funeral. That's the only place where we'll have enough support!"
Enjolras' voice vibrated through the Café, his eyes scrutinising every face staring back at him.
His eyes swiftly moved to the door as a small figure crept in discreetly, moving to the corner.
Éponine sighed as she sat down, her mind consumed by the man waiting for her in his apartment.
She had lied about going to see her family to prevent them from worrying, instead rushing to the meeting without hesitation.
Though she started going to the meetings in an attempt to get closer to Marius, the idea of a revolution slowly became more and more appealing to her.
Her heart ceased beating for a second as the reality of the situation hit her. In just a few days, the revolution would start.
Her on the side of the rebels fighting for freedom.
The man she loved on the side of the law, defending what he believed to be right.
In just a few days, the man she loved would once more be her enemy.
This time, it would be much worse though. A war was inevitable. It would turn Javert into their mortal enemy.